Chapter 8
"Are you sure you won't join us?" Stanley asked Doris. "The kids want to go and China is going too." He had promised to take them up in his plane, being terribly proud of the small jet aircraft, Robin full of anticipation, Poppy excited by he obviously wealthy luxury, China going out of boredom.
"I'm going to do the piloting myself. Wouldn't you like to see your husband be captain of his ship?" he smiled at his wife.
"I really don't feel like it, Stan. Go ahead and take the kids and I'll have a nap." She was still worn out from the party, her body exhausted with the social schedule her husband had evolved to introduce his new family to his friends and their society.
"Sure, I understand. We won't be out too long. I'll get back, we'll have a good, quiet dinner, just the two of us here in our bedroom, and then get to bed early. You know that's one place I like to be with you," he smiled, stroking her pretty face.
"Oh, Stan," she answered like a young girl, blushing, and thinking about what had happened the night before. "I'd like that, and we both need to catch up on some sleep."
"We need to catch up on each other," he joked, and began to dress. They had their breakfast on trays in their room, Sam serving with his usual gracious manner, quiet and solicitous, a pleasant smile on his face, indicating nothing of the party.
"I'll go get the kids. See you later," he said, kissing her lightly and leaving the room. She watched the door close and thought how lucky she was to have a man so considerate, so kind, and so fond of her children.
"Everybody ready?" he asked as they piled into the big car and drove away from the estate. "I think you'll love the plane," he said to Robin and Poppy, the girl riding in the front seat with him, her short skirt riding high on her thighs almost to the edge of her panties, Robin sitting in the back seat with China, Stanley driving expertly, leaving Sam at the house to take care of his wife.
Wolff looked sideways at he exposed flesh of Poppy's thighs, moving his leg to the right, closer to Poppy's until it pressed firmly against her thigh. She made no effort to push it away or to move her leg away from his, his conversation flowing easily and occupying them as he dropped his hand from the steering wheel, driving with the other, and surreptitiously placed it on her knee.
He guided the car through the traffic and onto the freeway, passing automobiles, talking lightly as his fingers crept up her leg, the road long and straight, his cock beginning to match it in a parallel as he felt the satiny thighs, Poppy tingling and grinning to herself with the casual petting hidden from her brother in the rear seat.
She opened her thighs slightly as his fingers moved higher, enjoying his light touch, the heat exuding from his palm as it clasped her inner thigh and his fingers slipped under the edge of the elastic-lined nylon covering. Stanley knew what she wanted. She had to be one of the hottest little numbers he had ever met, and she was now completely accessible to him, a member of the family.
China stared out the window, watching the scenery whiz by, bored with everything, glancing at Robin's crotch and finding the bulges and contours more interesting for speculation than the pleasure of an airplane ride. Robin could feel her eyes devouring him whenever she looked at him, and he felt a conscious stirring in his groin, remember her tight ass, her juicy cunt, but he put the thought out of his mind, questioning Stanley about he plane, hoping to be able to pilot it.
"I've never let anyone fly it but my pilot and myself, but since you're going to be the other man in the house and my son, I suppose we better set up some flying lessons for you. It's really quite an experience." And this is quite an experience, Poppy thought, having your stepfather frig your cunt through your underwear while your brother and his sister sit in the back seat. She found the entire situation entirely amusing and looked at Stanley's crotch, seeing the long hard length projecting down his leg under his trousers. I'll have to do something about that for him, she told herself, her cunt growing wet, separating her panties as his finger dipped into her slit.
"Here we are," Stanley told them as they pulled up to a white, tin-covered hangar. The small jet aircraft stood waiting for them, slick and gleaming in the bright afternoon sun.
"Hi, Mac," Stanley called to the man. "This is my pilot," he said, introducing them. "Meet my new family. And of course, you know my sister, Miss Wolff."
"My pleasure," Mac said to Poppy and Robin, shaking hands, and nodding to China. China had long ago been taken for a ride by
Mac. And she in turn had given him a ride he hadn't forgotten. True to form, she had fucked him like a mink, but with her insatiable appetite he hadn't been able to give it to her enough, had not had a big enough prick to fill her, and she had dropped him from her list of available cocks, always calling for Sam who was more easily at hand.
"How are you, China?" he asked pleasantly, knowing that she was always hot and horny, his eyes appreciatively taking in Poppy's ripe body. "Everything is ready, Mr. Wolff. It's a great day for flying."
"Sure is, and we're anxious to get up there. Let's go," Wolff said, and quickly they got into the plane, strapping themselves in as Stanley efficiently began to rev up he plane and it was only moments until they were airborne.
Poppy sat next to him in the cockpit, China and Robin in the small compartment behind, a folding door dividing the two small comfortable rooms. China sipped on a drink, the small bar being opened once they were safely in the air, the alcohol lightening her spirits, relaxing her, her gaze once again turning to Robin as he watched the ground below, anxious to change places with his sister.
"I don't think that belt is hooked correctly," Stanley said to Poppy, his cock throbbing in his pants, the length obviously protruding against his leg. "Let me fix it for
Poppy smiled, knowing full well that he was only looking for any opportunity to feel her body. She lifted her buttocks up in the leather seat as his fingers worked at the clamps with fake movements, his hand brushing against her pubic mound, the sun filling the cabin and shining on the flesh of her legs, the sight filling him with frustrations of not being able to get to her young cunt, his cock throbbing.
"Where are we now?" Poppy asked coyly. Not as far as I'd like to be, he thought, turning the plane.
"We're just passing over our home," he said, Poppy looking down to see the sprawling grounds, the mansion and pool, the stables, all looking like a drawing on the architect's board.
"Oh, look how beautiful it is," Poppy said, leaning over to peer out the other window, past Wolff, her hand resting on his thigh, the touch making him jump slightly and causing her to giggle inside knowing what she was doing to him. Wolff felt the cock growing between his legs, the long full inches standing out, Poppy's hand beginning to wander, returning the favors of his hand during their ride out.
"I don't think they would come up here, would they?" Poppy asked. "Unless you want to call for help. And you do need help, don't you?" Poppy's hand moved onto his completely-stiff dick, Wolff inhaling deeply with the satisfaction of being stroked. Poppy made scratching movements with her fingers, little pin pricks of sensation shooting through his penis as it twitched and pushed against the fabric of his pants, her hand pushing against its thickness, her fingers awkwardly fumbling with his safety belt so that she could unzip his fly.
Her finger darted into the slit of his underwear, her touch cool against his pubic hair and stomach as she reached for his prick, the cock leaping out in her hand, the head swollen and red with blood, her fingers holding it at the root as she leaned down and took it in her mouth.
She knew what Stanley wanted, and she was in the mood to suck his big dick. What could be nicer than flying across country in your own plane and sucking your stepfather's dick, she thought perversely, her lips glued to the staff, Stanley switching on the automatic pilot to slump back in the seat and watch the girl mouthing his cock.
"Shit, you're a great cock-sucker," he hissed in her ear, her fingers wrapped firmly around the hunk of meat as he thrust his pelvis forward urging her to take more of it into her throat, deeper into her mouth. He watched as she flicked her tongue over the swollen head, swished it from side to side between her lips, her sucking thrilling him as the odor of his crotch floated up to fill her nostrils, the man-sweat smell exciting her young pussy and making her slurp louder and uck deeper.
The veins stood out against her tongue, his skin like velvet as she stroked the loose foreskin up and down, Wolff watching as she made the cock head disappear into the warm, wet oral cavity, her tongue like a thousand snakes flicking into the tiny eye at the tip, her saliva hot and lubricating, dripping out of her lips and over her fingers as they slid up and down, stroking and grasping firmly, working his dick into a stronger hard, her cheeks filling and hollowing with her suctioning.
She leaned closer, her head moving down further, intent on making him come, wanting to taste his sperm as it shot into her mouth, her lips clinging to the shiny staff as she slobbered her way up and down, head bobbing, fingers grasping, his hips thrusting against her face as the rhythm grew faster, more desperate, his eyes focusing on the infinity of the blue sky in front of him, his brain whirling with the sensation of her furiously ravaging lips, his orgasm beginning to rise like a volcano exploding until he burst, the come shooting out to spray the back of her throat, the hot globs hitting against her uvula as she swallowed, sucking wildly on the convulsing dick, draining every drop out of his balls and down the length of his pulsating penis.
She looked up at him with a smile as she milked the last drops with her hand, the clear liquid standing in the slit at the tip of his cock head, the pole still stiff and hard, his body fully aroused, full of strength.
"I need a little of that for myself, Daddy," she added, slipping her panties off and tossing them to the floor. Moving quickly she was out of her seat, turning toward him, her leg slipping past him and over him so that she straddled him, balancing on the balls of her feet, holding her open cunt over the upward-turned dick. She gave a downward lunge with her ass, the cunt lips parting the ring of muscle straining for only a second and then felt him pass into her vaginal length, filling her, stuffing her until she rested flat on his lap, her legs spread on either of his thighs.
"From those notes, I wouldn't say that Stanley was keeping his eyes on the road or driving with two hands," China quipped, bored with everything but her view of Robin's well-filled crotch.
Her obvious gaze had excited Robin. There was never a time that the thought or indication of pussy and fucking failed to arouse him. Most of the time his sister was the most accessible, and even though he had China, and taken her rather indifferently, he was still interested, grinning at her, unzipping his fly as he stretched out in the seat, opening his trousers to take his semi-flaccid cock out, slowly stroking it to a hard-on, China gasping and licking her lips, a sly smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
She put her unfinished drink down, leaning toward him in the tight enclosure and kissed him hard on the mouth, Robin's mouth opening wide, their tongues dueling as she pressed her breasts hard against his chest, her fingers groping for his erect flesh, her nipples rubbing against the fabric of her dress, brushing from side to side with the movement of her chest as she thirstily drank his saliva.
Robin pulled her close, the seventeen-year-old boy working with the expertise of a man much older, but not necessarily more experienced than he, kneading her ass, feeling her thighs, knowing that his touch was setting her off, making her hotter.
She moved his hand to her breast, her fingers unbuttoning the long row of tiny white buttons, her breasts free of restriction, round and soft to his touch as he squeezed and stroked, her fingers making a full circle around his stiff phallus as she wriggled against his body, pulling him downward with her to the carpeted floor of the plane.
Robin sucked at her big aureoles, pulling the nipples with his lips, his tongue circling and massaging, making them stand out, popping forward as his saliva drooled around the straining skin, his mouth working over each tit, gobbling and slurping, China's hand busy in his crotch, feeling of his long staff, her fingers slipping into his pants to find the round balls and full scrotum.
Robin moved his hand down between her thighs, her skirt riding high over her panty-less pelvic area, his forefinger sliding into her cunt. China spreading her legs, her buttocks pushing upward as Robin ate the flesh around the tit, teeth biting and chewing, her body tossing erotically as her wet lips clung to the fucking finger.
"Oh, shit, I'll come off any minute if you keep that up," China groaned, her bottom screwing left and right as Robin fucked two fingers into her gash with a practiced, well-rehearsed manner. Stopping, he rubbed her cunt juices over her tits as he worked his head downward, tonguing into her navel as China squirmed out of her completely unbuttoned dress, her hips lifting as Robin helped pull the garment from her body.
China lay nude on the floor, Robin's cock thumping against her leg as she unbuttoned his shirt, working it around his shoulders and off, her fingers expert and pushing his trousers and shorts down, his mouth never ceasing his licking as he left a wet trail of hot saliva down to her bush.
His lips caught the pubic hair and pulled, the tongue sliding over the love mound, China gasping for breath as she felt his hot mouth open wide to cover the entire area, licking and sucking, his face rubbing over her gaping gash, her buttocks lifting for his tongue as he began to tongue-fuck her steamy hole.
"Suck me. Suck my cunt," she whispered hotly. "Get your tongue all the way up in there," her clit twitching and buttocks heaving as she directed Robin's efforts. "You're burning me up. I'm so hot. So hot."
China's hand groped for Robin's body, pulling him around over her, his cock hanging over her body as his face burrowed deeper into her snatch, the tip of the cock head dripping with clear, lubricating semen.
Grasping his cock, she pulled it down into the valley of tits, so that it pointed toward his chest, her round orbs surrounding it with heated flesh as she pushed her breasts together. Feeling the heat of the tits covering his cock, Robin began to fuck his stick back and forth, the semen making the skin wet, China holding the breasts firmly so that his big tool could slide between them freely, Robin tit-fucking her in a sixty-nine position while he ate her snatch.
Later, when Robin and Poppy were together again, they realized that the sex between them was something special. They realized, for a final time, that they were together and inseparable, forever.